If one could die from a smile
then I am in the grave
and if a heart can stop from a glance
oh, mine is not so brave
if just a smile can make this girl weak at the knees
how shall I stand a kiss?
I won't I suppose, no matter my pleas
my legs shall indeed collapse
and why if he's mine
does his glance make my heart flutter
I know he is indeed
but my heart still starts to stutter
his smile makes my cheeks flame still
and I can't stop myself from smiling at him
Hold me here and whisper forever
“I love you” and dear, tell me you'll never
Wish for another when we’re together,
Or want for anyone but me.
Offer a kiss; if I decline, don’t steal it.
Promise me this, you and I won’t ever quit.
Tell me, my dear, that I am worth it.
Please whisper those words to me.
Weeks passed and the daily routine became monotonous and I would try to come up with new and interesting things to do to pass the time. I noticed that the napkin rack was a jumbled mess and something had to be done with it. I could enjoy doing it too. Kenny told me I could fix it up if I wanted, so I set about my work.
Tell me if
you’re pale like me
inside,
staring at those
empty walls
that dusty room
trying to paint them
brilliant azure,
as it all melts
away,
like chalk scribbles
on cement.
The rain
rushes down
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The night is cold and foggy,
the wind is playing a beautiful symphony
innocent snowflakes dance in circles
they all look like players from a circus
Coldness wraps itself around me
like a lover, afraid of letting me,
I struggle against it, no longer free
Not a love game, but a painful nightmare
Soon I am defeated, locked in a cold embrace
A warm smile forms on my lips
as the flow of life slowly leaves me
and I enter the world of eternal beauty.
Chapter III
A farming village in central Massachusetts
I.
We'll take care of the rest.
What was that supposed to mean?
Rynere went back to her blanket by the fire as Kace entered the kitchen to prepare something Rynere hoped was edible. Kyndran was stirring, but Danid was as unconscious as he had been the night before.
"Where's that guide of yours?"
Rynere looked over at Kyndran. He was sitting up.
"You mean Tace?"
"Well, the other one is dead, isn't he?"
Rynere didn't answer for several seconds. How could he -how could he say that so flippantly? Tass -dead -